There were several other people in the room. I paid them little heed; in mounting indignation, I went on, ‘They might at least dust! Look at this!’
And, picking up a blue-green statuette from a shelf, I rubbed it with my handkerchief and showed Evelyn the dirty smudge that resulted.
A howl – a veritable animal howl – shook the quiet of the room. Before I could collect myself to search for its source, a whirlwind descended upon me. A sinewy, sun-bronzed hand snatched the statuette from me. A voice boomed in my ear.
‘Madam! Do me the favour of leaving those priceless relics alone. It is bad enough to see that incompetent ass, Maspero, jumble them about; will you complete his idiocy by destroying the fragments he has left?’
Evelyn had retreated. I stood alone. Gathering my dignity, I turned to face my attacker.
He was a tall man with shoulders like a bull’s and a black beard cut square like those of the statues of ancient Assyrian kings. From a face tanned almost to the shade of an Egyptian, vivid blue eyes blazed at me. His voice, as I had good cause to know, was a deep, reverberating bass. The accents were those of a gentleman. The sentiments were not.
‘Sir,’ I said, looking him up and down. ‘I do not know you – ’
‘But I know you, madam! I have met your kind too often – the rampageous British female at her clumsiest and most arrogant. Ye gods! The breed covers the earth like mosquitoes and is as maddening. The depths of the pyramids, the heights of the Himalayas – no spot on earth is safe from you!’
He had to pause for breath at this point, which gave me the opportunity I had been waiting for.
‘And you, sir, are the lordly British male at his loudest and most bad-mannered. If the English gentlewoman is covering the earth, it is in the hope of counteracting some of the mischief her lord and master has perpetrated. Swaggering, loud, certain of his own superiority…’
My adversary was maddened, as I had hoped he would be. Little flecks of foam appeared on the blackness of his beard. His subsequent comments were incomprehensible, but several fragile objects vibrated dangerously on their shelves.
I stepped back a pace, taking a firm grip on my parasol. I am not easily cowed, nor am I a small woman, but this man towered over me, and the reddening face he had thrust into mine was suggestive of violence. He had very large, very white teeth, and I felt sure I had got a glimpse of most of them.
A hand fell on his shoulder. Looking up, I saw Evelyn with a young man who was a slighter, beardless copy of my adversary – dark-haired, blue-eyed, tall, but not so bulky.
‘Radcliffe,’ he said urgently. ‘You are alarming this lady. I beg you – ’
‘I am not at all alarmed,’ I said calmly. ‘Except for your friend’s health. He seems about to have a fit. Is he commonly subject to weakness of the brain?’
The younger man now had both hands on his companion’s shoulders. He did not seem concerned; indeed, he was smiling broadly. He was an attractive young fellow; from the way Evelyn looked at him I suspected she shared my opinion.
‘My brother, madam, not my friend,’ he said cheerfully. ‘You must forgive him – now, Radcliffe, calm yourself. The museum always has this effect on him,’ he explained, looking at me. ‘You must not blame yourself for upsetting him.’
‘I certainly should not blame myself if my harmless behaviour brought on such a violent, inexcusable breach of common courtesy – ’
‘Amelia!’ Evelyn caught my arm as a roar of rage burst from the bearded person. ‘Let us all be calm, and not provoke one another.’
‘I am not provoking anyone,’ I said coolly.
Evelyn exchanged a glance with the young man. As if some message had passed between them, they both moved, the young fellow tugging at his agitated brother, Evelyn using a gentler but equally firm grip to pull me away. The other visitors were watching us with ill-bred curiosity. One lady
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